Hi. I have an Instagram account where I posted some pictures with spring flowers and nature. Weekly I'll try to publish some lines from my stories. If you want to see it, here's the account ellelight4/

Chan-sung had finished his work for the day and he was ready to go home. He'd already spent enough days at the hotel. He couldn't believe he'd missed Christmas and the New Year. Weren't it for his watch, it would have been impossible to tell the hour inside the hotel.

He was drained. If he were to stay an hour longer he was sure he would turn into a ghost too.

"Mr. Goo." A man stopped him. He was one of the rich ghosts who'd been forced to stay at the hotel. Chan-sung didn't know much about the ghost as the rich ones preferred the company of the CEO. "Mr. Lee said you are friends with Ma Go. You must speak with her. I have to leave. I...my wife is waiting for me...there." He continued. "I'll pay whatever it takes."

"Mr. Khan" Chan-sung started, "money won't help you here. Is there anything you regret? People you harm? You must set your business in order if you want to cross the border." Chan-sung advised him.

"I was a successful doctor." The ghost started his story. Chan-sung signaled him to have a seat. "I treated a lot of people. At first, it was difficult. I had to work extra hours and I was exhausted. I had lots of patients daily. Then, as I became famous, I started to select them. I stopped treating people for free. I began to raise the fees higher and higher as I appreciated my time more and more."

"What about the poor? Didn't they deserve to be treated?" Chan-sung cut him off.

"It wasn't my fault they were poor. What about my time? My effort?"

"You have time now. You can relax on the beach as long as you want. " Chan-sung answered, faking indifference. "Mr. Khan, time is precious for me, too, and I don't like to waste it. You've already made me waste five minutes of my life. How are you going to pay for it?"

"I told you I have money."

"Here, your money didn't mean anything. It's not my fault you have nothing to offer me."

"What do you want?"

"Flowers. Could you make flowers bloom in the garden of the moon?" Chan-sung challenged him.

"How?" The doctor inquired.

"Are you willing? I remind you that whatever you gathered during life won't help you know." The manager continued.

"Do I have a choice?"

"Of course you do, but you might not like the outcome. Some of your rich companions have already left. You can leave, too. You better do it unless you have any intention to atone for your actions."

"What do I have to do?"

"Help others find their way."

"How?"

"I don't know. Do you really think that you can find everything written down like the ingredients for a recipe and you just have to follow the steps and voila you made it? We'll find it at the right time. In fact, you can help me know the guests better. Try to find their regrets. Learn their stories. Help them. Heal them. Good luck, Mr. Khan."

Chan-sung wandered on empty streets. The moon had disappeared from the sky and he had the slightest idea where he was supposed to go. He was tired and yet he didn't feel like going to bed.

During his stay at the hotel, he'd learned a lot about the staff and the guests. Some of them deserved a better life, others were to blame for their own misfortune. He was furious that people like Mr. Lee and the doctor were given a second chance and they had no intention to grab it. In fact, they were confident they'd done nothing wrong.

"Excuse me, sir." He heard a voice. He looked around and noticed a man with crutches struggling to walk through a crowd of people who ignored him. He was a ghost, but the man didn't seem to be aware of it. Moreover, he didn't need those crutches anymore, but he didn't know that.

"Come with me, sir." Chun-sung led the man out from the crowd. "I'll take you to a place you can relax before your long journey on the bridge. I don't think you'll be needing these." He signaled the man to get rid of the crutches.

"But I can't walk without them. I had an accident a few years ago. A cerebrovascular accident. Since then I've been like this. I used to be a strong man. Had a good job, a family. I raised up a boy. He wasn't my own, but it had never mattered. He was the only child I had. They all left me after I had ended like that. Hardly someone ever visited me. They'd forgotten me. All of them. Eventually, I developed an infection and I died. I don't know where I should go. I just wanted to run away. Far away from those hungry hyenas who now pretend they deserve the biggest share from my wealth."

"I can take you away. To a place you can relax and have everything you miss from your life. You should try to walk. Like that." Chan-sung encouraged him as the man left his crutches and tried to make his first steps alone for the first time in years. He was overjoyed as he discovered that Chan-sung was right. Not only could he make some steps, but he could walk as if he'd never had an accident."

"Thank you, sir." The man said with tears in his eyes.

"It's my pleasure, sir," Chan-sung answered and he bowed in front of the man. "You'll love the hotel."

"But I don't have money."

"You won't need money there. Come. I'll take you in my car."

"I don't want to bother you. I can take a bus or something. Just give me the address."

"I work there, sir. And, anyway, I'm supposed to go back."

"Are you dead? You're so young and…how?"

"Now, I'm alive. I'm the only living being from the hotel. They need someone who can mend things in the real life and pay taxes. You won't believe it, but even this hotel had to be registered for taxes. But I spent so much time there that I belong more to that world than to the real one. After the woman I loved crossed the bridge, I've never managed to adapt to this world."

"I'm sorry. How she died?' The man tried to empathize with Chan-sung.

"She lived many centuries ago and she was punished to work as the owner of the hotel because of something she'd done. She hired me as manager there. In fact, my father settled a deal with her. That's how I met her. I've never expected to fall in love with her, though."

"It is a good thing she crossed the bridge, isn't it? I mean, she was forgiven, wasn't she?"

"I'm glad she found peace. But…it hurts to be left behind. You're right, though. It's a great comfort to know she's alright, now. And free."